They’re quiet for a bit. And then Ezra asks his sister: “Araela~ is trash a disease?” This is the second time I’ve heard him ask this question in the last week; he’s clearly really wondering into this issue of trash. Araela ponders the question, then says: “Well, yes, I suppose trash IS a disease… for the Earth, for the Oceans, for the skies. Like pollution is a disease too. It’s a disease the people give to the Earth.” Ezra’s quiet, frowning. Then he says: “Why do people make the ocean sick? So our Earth and Mother Ocean is SICK now from this trash disease?” Araela sighs, rather loudly: “Yes, I’m sorry to say, but it's true. They are sick right now, right Mama?” They both turn to me in the kitchen for the first time in the conversation: Ezra says, with a worried face: “Mama? Will Mother Ocean heal from the trash disease?”
Oh my goodness how to answer this one(?), my recent heart so privately weighted with deep concern about Fukushima, among so many other daunting issues on our planet. I take a full breath, a big gulp, put one hand on my heart, look into his eyes and say with utter honesty: “I believe the Mother Ocean is VERY powerful in her ability to heal herself. But I think the people in our world need to help her to heal too, by not making her more sick with more trash, and by praying for her. There’s lots of ways we can help her to heal. What do YOU feel, Ezra? Do you feel Mother Ocean can heal?”
He thinks about this for a moment, and then, beaming, holds up his picture for me to see, and says, nodding: “Yes! See in my drawing? With no trash? I do think she can heal. I think the STARS can help her.” And then my little Starboy gets out a yellow and pink marker, saying “I’m going to put some stars in my picture, see? Like this.” And he draws in some yellow stars and pink stars, shining over the dark green Christmas Ocean, full of happy sharks and fish, with no trash in it, none at all, healing by the light of the stars and confident prayers of the children.